cigfran

a tribe whose first principle is exclusion can't survive.

we are and always will be a loose confederation of warring tribes, and that's the way it should be. we will never be one big happy family, but reducing ourselves to a feudal system of moat-girded fortresses is self-defeating.

you sit in your walled city, confident that you've locked out the big bad wolf.

i sit out here, my eyes too bright, my teeth too sharp, and there's no safe space for me.

never any safe space for me.